Memoirs of a Professional Lady Nurse

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Simpkin, Marshall & Company, 1873 - British Columbia - 239 pages
 

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Page 236 - Go, labour on ; spend, and be spent — Thy joy to do the Father's will. It is the way the Master went : Should not the servant tread it still ? Go, labour on ; 'tis not for nought : Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain.
Page 91 - While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none ; But, with a God to guide our way, 'Tis equal joy to go or stay. Could I be cast...
Page 231 - In having all things, and not Thee, what have I? Not having Thee, what have my labors got? Let me enjoy but Thee, what further crave I? And having Thee alone, what have I not? I wish nor sea, nor land, nor would I be Possessed of Heaven, Heaven unpossessed of Thee!
Page 113 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 90 - To me remains nor place nor time, My country is in every clime; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there.
Page 237 - Toil on, faint not, keep watch and pray: Be wise the erring soul to win; Go forth into the world's highway, Compel the wanderer to come in. 6 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; For toil comes rest, for exile home; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal, "Behold, I come.
Page 237 - Go labour on, while it is day, The world's dark night is hastening on ; Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away : It is not thus that souls are won. Men die in darkness at your side, Without a hope to cheer the tomb ; Take up the torch and wave it wide, The torch that lights time's thickest gloom.
Page 109 - Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer ; Trials bring me to his feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
Page 231 - I love the sea : she is my fellow-creature ; My careful purveyor ; she provides me store : She walls me round ; she makes my diet greater ; She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore...
Page 163 - He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes. He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold? He sendeth out his word, and melteth them : he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.

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